Give Me the Pride of the Moon

Art exhibition small theater At the door of the apartment late at night, Bo Jun'er was wrapped in fluffy rabbit pajamas. As soon as he opened the door, he ran into an embrace filled with the cold night air. It is a strict practice. The air pressure around the man's body was frighteningly low. The screen of the mobile phone she held between her fingertips was on. It was the photo she had posted to her circle of friends half an hour ago - a photo with a male classmate, with the text "New acquaintance, I made an appointment to see an art exhibition next week." "Mr. Li came here in the middle of the night just to check my circle of friends?" Bo Jun'er deliberately raised his eyebrows and stepped back, but he put his hand around his waist and pressed firmly against the door panel. His Adam's apple rolled up, and his voice was hoarse with uncontrollable jealousy: "You were talking about that art exhibition three months ago while holding my arm." "So what?" Bo Jun'er's eyes turned red, and she stretched out her hand to push him, "You asked me to find someone of my own age to fall in love with, and I did, and you're here to take care of me again?" Li Xingzhi didn't hide, and let her little fist hit her chest. With his other hand, he took out two gold-gilded tickets from his pocket and stuffed them into her hands - they were VIP front row tickets for the art exhibition that she had been thinking about, and the date was next week. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on the top of her hair. His voice was so soft, but also filled with unmistakable possessiveness: "I should accompany you in your art exhibition and your joy." "Junjun, don't look for anyone else, okay?" Bo Jun'er pinched the ticket that still had his body temperature on it, frowned, but couldn't help but dig into his arms. Forget it, just give him another chance.

It's been a long time since I've seen you all. It's been many... Months. After much thought, I decided to post a second-generation article to catch up with you all. New articles now need to be collected, voted on, and read. Pursuing is very important. I hope you will not save articles unless necessary. Only when I started writing did I realize why almost no authors wrote second-generation novels😔 It was really embarrassing for me. I hereby certify that I will not write the second generation article again if the sky is struck by lightning. Let's talk about this article. Li Xingzhi (Linlin) VS Bojun (Little Moon) Li Tingshen's son and Bo Jingchuan's beloved daughter. In fact, it's love, secret love, real love, restrained love, the kind that doesn't love enough. Believe me. Even though Li Ting is a scumbag, he still has some redeeming features, and it is precisely those few redeeming features that endear him to many people, who both love and hate him. Lin Lin was pitiful and cute when he was a child, but his personality will be completely different when he grows up. You can't just inherit good genes. There are no bad genes at all, which is not very logical. People are growing up and experiencing things. It's not that one generation is over and the second generation will grow up smoothly. (This is one of the shortcomings of second-generation novels. If you continue writing, the ending will be "lucky") Jun'er is a proud and arrogant little princess who has grown up in the palm of her hand. The only pain I have experienced in this life is probably the pain of my aunt and a little pain of love. 👨 Linlin's character is not perfect, but it was very satisfying to write about Li Tingshen😄 In fact, Lin Lin and Jun'er are almost the same as Li Tingshen and Ye Qingqiu. But new readers can read it as a new article without any impact. Since we met by fate, Xinwen still needs everyone's support. It would be better if we go all the way to the end~ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is a small theater ~ At around seven o'clock in the morning, Bo Jun'er was woken up by the chirping of birds outside the window. He turned over and wanted to go back to sleep, but someone poked him in the lower back. Li Xingzhi didn't know when he woke up. He was leaning on his arms and looking at her: "If you don't get up, breakfast will be cold." She muttered and sat up, her hair was messy, she grabbed the hair tie beside the pillow and tied it into a bun. When she walked out of the bedroom, something was already placed on the dining table - porridge, fried eggs, and a small plate of her favorite pickles. Li Xingzhi was wearing an apron and washing fruits in the kitchen, and his back looked more pleasing to the eye than usual. "The eggs are too fried." She took a bite and said vaguely. He poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "Eat it if you like." After saying this, she woke up from her nap in the afternoon, and there was a bowl of freshly peeled pomegranates on the coffee table in the living room. The pomegranates were quite big. It was a bit cloudy in the evening, and Bo Jun'er squatted in the yard to play with the new white cat. His fingers were slightly red when the cat's claws hooked them. Li Xingzhi appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her hand and walked into the room, taking a iodophor cotton swab and applying it to her fingertips. "Be gentle," she shrank her hand, "it doesn't hurt." He didn't say anything, but after applying it, he stuffed a toffee into her mouth. It was orange flavored, which she casually said she wanted to eat yesterday. Watching TV in the evening, she sat on the corner of the sofa and put her feet on his lap. He was reading the financial news seriously, but his hands were not idle, unconsciously stroking her ankles. During the commercial break, she suddenly said: "I want to eat the scallion noodles you made tomorrow." He didn't even raise his head: "Yeah." The wind outside the window rustled the leaves, and the lights in the room were bright. Bo Jun'er licked the toffee residue at the corner of his mouth, feeling that there was nothing wrong with such a day.

Threats are so funny. We, Bo County, have nothing to be afraid of.

I just read the first chapter and it was different from what I expected. I thought Bao Jingchuan and Shen Fanxing would appear first.

It's funny. The interesting part is that I thought the usual routine was to send high-end show clothes or something, but the result was a black shirt and jeans, which made me laugh like crazy at night.

It feels like I'm being abusive no matter what I say, hahaha

I thought I would write about Mr. Pei first, but it turns out that our second-generation writers came first.

Why is Linlin so different from when he was a child? No wonder he is Li Tingshen's son.

Bo Jun'er. "Li Xingzhi's deep voice sounded a bit stern. Don't listen hahaha